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To tell me, Polydore, and tell me truly,
Pol. It may be yet a secret; I'll go try Where did you rest last night?
To reconcile and bring Castalio to thee; Pol. Within thy arms
Whilst from the world I take myself away, I triumphed ! rest had been my fue.
And waste my life in penance for my sin. Mon. 'Tis done
She faints. Mon. Then thou wouldst more undo me; heap Pol. She faints! No help! who waits? A curse Upon my vanity, that could not keep
Of added sins upon my wretched head. The secret of my happiness in silence.
Wouldst thou again hare me betray thy brother, Confusion! we shall be surprised anon, And bring pollution to his arms? Curst thought! And consequently all must be betrayed.
Oh, when shall I be mad indeed! Monimia! She breathes-Monimia
Pol. Nay, then, Mon. Well
Let us embrace, and from this
very moment Let mischiefs multiply! Let every hour Vow an eternal misery together. Of my loathed life yield me increase of horror! Mon. And wilt thou be a very faithful wretch? Oh, let the sun to these unhappy eyes
Never grow fond of cheerful peace again? Ne’er shine again, but be eclipsed for ever; Wilt thou with me study to be unhappy, May every thing, I look on, seem a prodigy, And find out ways how to increase affliction? To fill my soul with terrors, till I quite
Pol. We'll institute new arts, unknown before, Forget I ever had humanity,
To vary plagues, and make them look like new ones. And grow a curser of the works of nature ! First, if the fruit of our detested joy, Pol. What means all this?
A child, be born, it shall be murdered-
With all our infamy, and curse its birth. A3 I am, in possession of thy sweetness ?
Pol. That's well contrived. Mon. Oh! I'm his wife.
Then thus I'll go, Pol. What says Monimia ! ha!
Full of my guilt, distracted where to roam, Speak that again.
Like the first wretched pair expelled their paraHon. I am Castalio's wife.
dise. Pol. His married, wedded wife?
I'll find some place, where adders nest in winter, Alon. Yesterday's sun
Loathsome and venomous: where poisons hang, Sur it performed.
Like gums, against the walls: where witches meet Pol. And then, have I enjoyed
By night, and feed upon some pampered imp, My brother's wife?
Fat with the blood of babes : There I'll inhabit, Dion. As surely as we both
And live up to the height of desperation; Must taste of misery, that guilt is thine. Desire shall languish like a withering flower, Pol. Must we be miserable then?
And no distinction of the sex be thought of. Mon. Oh!
Horrors shall fright'me from those pleasing harms, Pol. Oh! thou mayst yet be happy.
and I'll no more be caught with beauty's charms, Mon, Couldst thou be
But, when I'm dying, take me in thy arms. Happy, with such a weight upon thy soul ?
SCENE J.-A Garden.
By cruel beauty's pride ;
Let none his sorrows hide :
And see, when your complaints ye join,
The happiest mortal once was I;
My heart no sorrou's knew ;
But ask not whence it grew.
Though bright as heuven, whose stamp she bears,
Think of my fate, and shun her snares.
Wildness and freedom, pleasant springs, fresh Acast. No, not much.
Acast. That thou wert a villain;
Cast. Shame on the ill-mannered brute ! Once in a season too they taste of love :
Your age secured him; he durst not else have Only the beast of reason is its slave, And in that folly drudges all the year.
Acast. By my sword,
I would not see wronged, and bear it vilely : Enter Acasto.
Though I have passed my word she shall have Acast. Castalio! Castalio!
justice. Cast. Who's there
Cast. Justice! to give her justice would undo So wretched but to name Castalio ?
her. Acast. I hope my message may
succeed! Think you
this solitude I now have chosen, Cast. My father!
Left joys, just opening to my sense, sought here 'Tis joy to see you, though where sorrow's nou- A place to curse my fate in, measured out rished.
My grave at length, wished to have grown one Acast. I'm come in beauty's cause; you'll guess piece the rest.
With this cold clay, and all without a cause? Cast. A woman! If you love my peace of mind,
Enter CHAMONT. Name not a woman to me; but to think
Cha. Where is the hero, famous and renowned Of woman, were enough to taint my brains, For wronging innocence and breaking vows? Till they ferment to madness. Oh, my father ! Whose mighty spirit, and whose stubborn heart, Acast. What ails my boy?
No woman can appease, nor man provoke? Cast. A woman is the thing
Acast. I guess, Chamont, you come to seek I would forget, and blot from my remembrance. Castalio. Acast. Forget Monimia!
Cha. I come to seek the husband of Monimia. Cast. She, to chuse: Monimia !
Cast. The slave is here. The very sound's ungrateful to my sense.
Cha. I thought ere now to have found you Acast. This might seem strange, but you, I've Atoning for the ills you have done Chamont; found, will hide
have wronged the dearest part of him. Your heart from me; you dare not trust your fa- Monimia, young lord, weeps in this beart; ther.
And all the tears, thy injuries have drawn Cast. No more Monimia.
From her poor eyes, are drops of blood from Acast. Is she not your wife?
Cha. Yes, and I hope no stranger
Cast. I have heard of such a man,
You sent me by my father.
Cha. Thus I'll thank you.
Draus. And see Monimia.
Acast. By this good sword, who first presumes Cust. Sure my lord but mocks me.
to violence, Go see Monimia ! Pray, my lord, excuse me, Makes me his foe (Draws and interposes. And leave the conduct of this part of life Young man, it once was thought [To Cast. To my own choice.
I was fit guardian of my house's honour; Acast. I say, no more dispute.
And you might trust your share with me -For Complaints are made to me, that you have
[To Cha. wronged her.
Young soldier, I must tell you, you have wronged Cast. Who has complained? Acast. Her brother, to my face, proclaimed her I promised you to do Monimia right, wronged,
And thought my word a pledge, I would not forAnd in such terms they have warmed me.
feit : Cast. What terms? Her brother ! Heaven! But you, I find, would fright us to performance. Where learned she that?
Cast. Sir, in my younger years, with care you What! does she send her hero with defiance?
taught me, He durst not sure affront you !
That brave revenge was due to injured honour;
Oppose not then the justice of my sword, That was your business ;
Could have done more.—Disquiet vex her for it! Because thou knowest that place is sanctified Cha. Farewell.
(Erit Cha. and Ser. With the remembrance of an ancient friendship. Cast. Farewell—My father, you seem troubled.
Cast. I am a villain, if I will not seek thee, Acast. Would I'd been absent, when this Till I may be revenged for all the wrongs,
boisterous brave Done me by that ungrateful fair, thou pleadest for. Came to disturb thee thus. I'm grieved 1 Cha. She wronged thee! by the fury in my
Thy just resentment. But Monimia-
Acast. Boy, don't disturb the ashes of the dead Cast. Did I?
Acast. Methinks, if, as I guess, the fault's but Cha. Has not been wronged.
small, Cast. It shall not.
It might be pardoned. Cha. No, nor shall
Cast. No. Monimia, though a helpless orphan, destitute Acast. What has she done? Of friends and fortune, though the unhappy sister Cast. That she's my wife, may heaven and you Of poor Chamont, whose sword is all his portion,
forgive me. Be opprest by thee, thou proud imperious traitor. Acast. Be reconciled then. Cast. Ha! set me free.
Cast. No. Cha. Come both.
Acast. Go see her.
Acast. I'll send and bring her hither.
Cast. No. The cause of these disorders ! my Chamont, Acast. For
sake, Who is't has wronged thee?
Castalio, and the quiet of my age. Cast. Now, where art thou fled
Cast. Why will you urge a thing my nature. For shelter?
starts at? Cha. Come from thine, and see what safeguard Acast. Prithee forgive her. Shall then betray my fears.
Cast. Lightnings first shall blast me. Ser. Cruel Castalio,
I tell you, were she prostrate at my feet, Sheath up thy angry sword, and don't affright me. Full of her sex's best dissembled sorrows, Chamont, let once Serina calm thy breast : And all that wond'rous beauty of her own, If any of my friends have done thee injuries, My heart might break, but it should never soften, I'll be revenged, and love thee better for it. Cast. Sir, if you'd have me think
Enter FLORELLA. did not
Flor. My lord, where are you ! Oh, Castalio! This opportunity to shew your vanity,
Acast. Hark. Let's meet some other time, when by ourselves Cast. What's that? We fairly may dispute our wrongs together. Flor. Oh, shew me quickly, where's Castalio! Cha. Í'ill then, I am Castalio's friend.
Acast. Why, what's the business? Cust. Serina,
Flor. Oh, the poor Monimia ! Farewell : I wish much happiness attend you. Cast. Ha !
Ser. Chamont's the dearest thing I have on earth; Acast. What's the matter? Give me Chamont, and let the world forsake me. Flor. Hurried by despair,
Cha. Witness the gods, how happy I'm in thee! She fies with fury over all the house, No beauteous blossom of the fragrant spring, Through every room of each apartment, crying, Though the fair child of nature, newly born, 'Where's my Castalio? Give me my Castalio! Can be so lovely. Angry, unkind Castalio, Except she see you, sure she'll grow distracted. Suppose I should a while lay by my passions, Cast. Ha! will she? Does she name Castalio? And be a beggar in Monimia's cause,
And with such tenderness ? Conduct me quickly Might I be heard ?
To the poor lovely mourner. Oh, my father! Cast. Sir, 'twas my last request,
Acast. Then wilt thou go? Blessings attend You would, though I find you will not be satisfi- thy purpose. !
Cast. I cannot hear Monimia's soul's in sadness, So, in a word, Monimia is my scorn;
And be a man; my heart will not forgot her; She basely sent you here to try my fears ; But do not tell the world you saw this of me,
Acast. Delay not then, but haste and cheer thy Mon. Could'st thou but forgive melove.
Cast. What? Cast. Oh! I will throw my impatient arms Mon. For my fault last night: alas, thou can'st about her,
not! In her soft bosom sigh my soul to peace,
Cast. I can, and do.
Cast. Then, let's draw near.
Mon. Ah, me!
Cast. So, in the fields,
When the destroyer has been out for prey, Mon. Stand off, and give me room m!
The scattered lovers of the feathered kind, I will not rest till I have found Castalio, Seeking, when danger's past, to meet again, My wishes' lord, comely as the rising day, Make moan, and call, by such degrees approach; Amidst ten thousand eminently known ! 'Till, joining thus, they bill, and spread their Flowers spring up where'er he treads; his eyes,
wings, Fountains of brightness, cheering all about hin! | Murmuring love, and joy their fears are over. When will they shine on me? -Oh, stay my soul ! Mon. Yet, have a care; be not too fond of I cannot die in peace till I have seen him.
Lest, in pursuance of the goodly quarry,
Thou meet a disappointment that distracts thee. Cast. Who talks of dying with a voice so sweet, Cast. My better angel, then do thou inform That life's in love with it?
me, Mon. Hark! 'tis he that answers.
What danger threatens me, and where it lies : So, in a camp, though at the dead of night, Why didst thou (prithee smile, and tell me why) If but the trumpet's cheerful noise is heard, When I stood waiting underneath thy window, All at the signal leap from downy rest,
Quaking with fierce and violent desires; And every heart awakes, as mine does now. The dropping dews fell cold upon my head, Where art thou?
Darkness inclosed, and the winds whistled round, Cast. [Entering.] Here, my love.
Which, with my mournful sighs, made such a Mon. No nearer, lest I vanish.
music, Cast. Have I been in a dream, then, all this As might have moved the hardest heart; why while ?
wert thou And art thou but the shadow of Monimia? Deaf to my criefs, and senseless of my pains? Why dost thou fly me thus ?
Mon. Did not I beg thee to forbear inquiry? Mon. Oh, were it possible, that we could drown Readst thou not something in my face, that In dark oblivion but a few past hours,
speaks We might be happy.
Wonderful change, and horror from within me? Cast. Is it then so hard, Monimia, to forgive Cust. Then there is something yet, which I A fault, where humble love, like mine, implores
have not known: thee?
What dost thou mean by horror and forbearance For I must love thee, though it prove my
ruin. Of mine inquiry? Tell me, I beg thee, tell me, Which way shall I court thee?
And don't betray me to a second madness! What shall I do to be enough thy slave,
Mon. Must I? And satisfy the lovely pride that's in thee? Cast. If, labouring in the pangs of death,
I'll kneel to thee, and weep a flood before thee. Thou wouldst do any thing to give me ease, Yet prithee, tyrant, break not quite my heart; Unfold this riddle ere my thoughts grow wild, But when my task of penitence is done,
And let in fears of ugly form upon me. Ileal it again, and comfort me with love.
Mon. My heart won't let me speak it; but Mon. If I am dumb, Castalio, and want words remember, To pay thee back this mighty tenderness, Monimia, poor Monimia, tells you this, It is because I look on thee with horror,
We ne'er must meet againAnd cannot see the man I have wronged.
Cast. What means my destiny? Cast. Thou hast not wronged me.
For all my good or evil fate dwells in thee! Mon. Ah! alas, thou talk'st
Ne'er meet again! Just as thy poor heart thinks! Ilave not I wronged Mon. No, never. thee?
Cust. Where's the power Cast. No.
On earth, that dare not look like thee, and Mon. Still thou wander'st in the dark, Castalio; But wilt, ere long, stumble on horrid danger. Thou art my heart's inheritance; I served Cast. What means my love?
A long and painful faithful slavery for thee :
And who shall rob me of the dear bought bles- Within thy friendly bosom all my follies ; sing?
For thou wilt pardon them, because they are mine. Mon. Time will clear all; but now, let this Pol. Be not too credulous; consider first; content you.
Friends may be false. Is there no friendship Heaven has decreed, and therefore I'm resolved
false? (With torment I must tell it thee, Castalio) Cast. Why dost thou ask me that? Does this Ever to be a stranger to thy love,
appear In some far distant country waste my life, Like a false friendship, when, with open arms, And, from this day, to see thy face no more. And streaming eyes, I run upon thy breast? Cast. Where am I ? Sure I wander amidst en- Oh! 'tis in thee alone I must have comfort ! chantment,
Pol. I fear, Castalio, I have none to give thec. And never more shall find the way to rest; Cast, Dost thou not love me, then ? But, oh, Monimia ! art thou indeed resolved Pol. Oh, more than life : To punish me with everlasting absence ? I never had a thought of my Castalio, Why turnest thou from me? I am alone already; Might wrong the friendship we have vowed toMethinks I stand upon a naked beach,
gether. Sighing to winds, and to the seas complaining, Hast thou dealt so by me? Whilst afar off the vessel sails away,
Cast. I hope I have, Where all the treasure of my soul's embarked. Pol. Then tell me why this mourning, this disWilt thou not turn? Oh! could those eyes but order? speak,
Cast. Oh, Polydore, I know not how to tell I should know all, for love is pregnant in them;
Pol. I grieve, my friend And please myself withal, whilst my heart's Knows any thing, which he is ashamed to tell me; breaking
Or didst thou e'er conceal thy thoughts from PoMon. Ah, poor Castalio! [Erit Monimia. lydore? Cast. Pity, by the gods,
Cast. "Oh, much too oft !
Cast. Our destiny contrived
To plague us both with one unhappy love.
Whilst I still smoothed my pain with smiles be. We have little knowledge, and that makes us fore thee, cowards,
And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep, Because it cannot tell us what's to come.
Pol. How ! Cast. Who's there?
Cast. Still new ways I studied to abuse thee, Pol. Why, what art thou ?
And kept thee as a stranger to my passion, Cast. My brother Polydore?
'Till yesterday I wedded with Monimia. Pol. My name is Polydore.
Pól. Ah, Castalio, was that well done! Cast. Canst thou inform me
Cast. No; to conceal it from thee was much Pol. Of what!
a fault. Cast. Of my Monimia !
Pol. A fault! when thou hast hcard Pol. No. Good-day.
The tale I tell, what wilt thou call it then? Cast. In haste !
Cast. How my heart throbs !
Pol. Indeed, and so to me does my Castalio. I cancel it thus; after this day, I'll ne'er
Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio : Pol. Thou dost.
This, witness Ileaven! Cast. Alas, I have wond'rous reason !
Cast. What will iny fate do with me? I am strangely altered, brother, since I saw thee. I've lost all happiness, and know not why. Pol. Why !
What means this, brother? Cast. Oh! to tell thee, would but put thy Pol. Perjured, treacherous wretch, heart
Farewell! To pain. Let me embrace thee but a little, Cast. I'll be thy slave, and thou shalt use me And weep upon thy neck; I would repose Just as thou wilt, do but forgive me. Vol. I.